Hearing no sound inside the room, Wen Shuyue dreaded that the salty fried rice made He Siming sick.
“He Siming, open the door. You’re freaking me out.” Wen Shuyue knocked at the door anxiously when it was still dead silent inside.
Was everything alright? Did He Siming pass out from the sickness?
Wen Shuyue hated herself to death. How the hell could she even screw up fried rice? Even a dog wouldn’t eat that.
“He Siming, you…”
Bang!
The door opened before Wen Shuyue finished her words. He Siming looked at her, expressionless, but he put on a grim look at the sight of the bowl of congee on Wen Shuyue’s hand.
Pointing at the congee, he asked blankly, “Is it…”
“I know the fried rice tasted terrible and made you sick, so I made this for you. I’ve tried it and it absolutely doesn’t taste bad. So you can eat it without worries,” Wen Shuyue explained when she read He Siming’s mind.
He Siming nodded with understanding, but didn’t take the congee.
“Come on in.”
Wen Shuyue hesitated before she followed him inside. It was the first time she had entered his room during those visits in He Siming’s house.
At first, Wen Shuyue didn’t think He Siming would allow her in, since the butler and the nanny said He Siming was a neat freak. So letting Wen Shuyue inside meant that he was nice enough to her.
In other words, did that mean she took an important part in his heart?
“Do practice cooking. I’m wondering how Baobao survives all these years.”
A charming voice suddenly rang and pulled Wen Shuyue back from her thoughts.
“Ahem!” Wen Shuyue coughed with embarrassment and then explained carefully, “Seriously, I’m not a lousy cook. I just accidentally added extra salt since I mistook it as sugar. That’s why…”
Instantly, He Siming pulled a long face. With a glower at her, he said unhappily, “I got it. Did you do that to punish me because you were mad at me for I went to the Gong’s house?”
“No, I swear. I didn’t mean it,” Wen Shuyue blurted out, shaking her head.
That He Siming went to the Gong’s house upset Wen Shuyue indeed, but she was not angry enough to punish him. Besides, what made her qualified to punish him since they were not even involved?
Wen Shuyue took a deep breath and tried hard to pull it together before she explained seriously, “I swear I didn’t mean it. If I were your wife, I might punish you. But I’m nobody to you. So I’m not qualified to do that…”
Her voice swooned as she spoke. In the end, she couldn’t continue her words any more. Sometimes, she was confused about how He Siming felt for her.
If he liked her, he should have announced their dating instead of introducing her as his business partner even to his best friend.
If he didn’t like her, why was he so nice to her? He helped her with her father’s case, kissed her in front of people and hanged out with her. Only couples would do such things.
“You’re not nobody to me. You’re my son’s mother. It’s enough,” He Siming said as indifferently as usual, from which it was hard to tell how he felt.
His son’s mother…
It turned out that it was the only reason why He Siming treated Wen Shuyue so nicely.
Suddenly, Wen Shuyue felt her heart broken, which made her difficult to breathe.
All her questions were answered. It turned out that He Siming did all that just because she was Baobao’s mother but not because she was Wen Shuyue.
“I see,” Wen Shuyue nodded slightly. She struggled to regain her composure before she forced a smile and said blandly, “It’s already midnight. I need to work tomorrow. I’m gonna hit the hay now.”
“Hmm, good night,” He Siming nodded.
It seemed that he didn’t sense anything wrong with Wen Shuyue. After all, women’s minds were mysteries, since women always kept their minds to themselves.
He Siming’s answer had tortured Wen Shuyue for the whole night. She kept crying over the night. Fortunately, her eyes didn’t swell since she didn’t cry too violently.
Wen Shuyue hated to face He Siming, so she got up very early to leave for work.
“Miss Wen, I will send you to work as Mr. He ordered. I hope you won’t turn me down.” A driver got off from the fancy car, which gave Wen Shuyue a startle.
She just stood there, not knowing how to respond. A little later, she had no choice but to take his ride.
“Miss Wen, Mr. He has really never been so good to anyone. So, please cherish him, Miss Wen. He’s actually not that cold as you imagine. Things have been pretty hard for him,” the driver said to Wen Shuyue.
Judging from the age of the driver, he must have worked in the He family for years, so he knew much about the family and how much pain He Siming had suffered since childhood.
There had been rumors about He Siming’s family background once, but he managed to put the rumors into the shade with his capacity for one’s capacity was attached greater importance to than his family background in the era of commerce.
Upon hearing the driver’s words, Wen Shuyue related them to herself. It seemed that He Siming had a sympathetic past of hers.
After Wen Shuyue went back to the company, Xiaolu rushed to her when Wen Shuyue was about to have a meeting.
“Miss Wen, a lawyer called Mr. Zhang wants to meet you. He said you must go to his law firm now because some significant evidence has been found.”
“Oh? You mean now?” Wen Shuyue knitted her eyebrows. The coming meeting was rather important. No one could replace her if she didn’t attend the meeting.
But there was finally some update on her father’s case, which she hated to miss.
